Elena Plotkin

Banana

I grew up with a bunch of others, Just me with my sisters and brothers. When I was younger, I was green and tough, But as I grew older, I discovered life could be rough. I changed and grew softer, some called me yellow. But I was no coward, just a very cautious fellow. Because where I come from you never know the day, That your whole family gets eaten or just carted away.

elena, i've had a craving for just such a poem today! thanks for satisfying me. to MyPoemList it goes!
today a ph friend informed me that he is quitting the site due to lack of comments (good or bad) on his poems. it made me a little nervous, and that is one reason i have looked at one of yours now. but i guess you don't lack for comments, so i'll move to another poet who may be more needy! thanks for sharing. (could i watch when you are peeled? ; it is bound to happen some day!) tee hee bri :) AND can you do a banana split? ? ? i'd better watch myself. i feel i'm approaching a slippery slope.
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So adorable and well written. I loved the clever way that you present the change in color of the fruit with the change that takes place as a person grows up and matures. The ending is superb, a family that gets eaten or crated away When I saw the title, I was curious, what could be written about a Banana, unless you work for
Chiquita, my curiosity was strong, I'm so glad my curiosity guided me! I'm still smiling......
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